Go wander somewhere else
From Create Your Own Story
You smile and nod. "Thanks, officer," you reply. You head the other direction and take a side street. After a few blocks of nothing happening, you see a bicyclist heading your way. The bike strikes an irregularity in the surface and flips over, crashing into a telephone pole and a metal trash can before landing. It's a total write-off. The cyclist, who couldn't see the irregularity because she was going from a sunlit area into a shadowed one, is lying on the ground. She's a somewhat chunky but very cute brunette, who looks to be about your own age.
"Owww," she groans, holding her ankle and trying to sit up.
You crouch next to her and examine the ankle. The skin isn't broken, and the bones appear to be intact. It appears she just twisted her ankle.
"Hi," you say. "That was quite a tumble."
"Hi yourself," she replies, grimacing. "I'm Jacqueline. How's my bike?"
You shake your head. "Kaput. Ferdig. Finito." You carefully help Jacqueline to her feet. She puts an arm over your shoulder for support.
